A tall, slim-fit girl stared at the gate of Croft Mansion, she stood there in awe by its massive size. Croft Manor had even beat out the view of Buckingham palace, this place belonged to her older cousin, the ever famous adventurer, Lara Croft. The girl, named Jaimi stood there, allowing the wind to let her long, dark brown hair to move swiftly, the wind had sure picked up here. Jaimi grew chilly from the only thing she was wearing, dark, hipster jeans which showed some midriff from just her green, baby-fit tee. She held a suitcase in her right hand, while she held her cellphone in her ear. Her mouth hung open as her gaze was still fixated on the house, "Rory, you should see the size of this thing! I can't believe my cousin lives here!"

"I know, isn't it massive?" Rory asked, while he stood only several yards away from Jaimi. He stood at the height of five foot ten, pretty tall guy to the mere five foot six Jaimi. With spiked black hair and blue eyes, it was quite a combination for Jaimi. But no, she could never dream of him soon becoming her boyfriend if they ever broke up, she would lose her best friend of fourteen years. He was there for her, through thick and thin, even through the toughest thing anyone could live through, the death of one's mum and dad. He walked down the street and he came up behind Jaimi. "Happy fourteenth birthday!" He greeted as he snaked his arm around her shoulders as a friendly gesture.

Jaimi smiled, "Thanks. So you came with me here, for the family renuion, right?"

"Yep. My uncle Terry couldn't make it, I wish I could've met him." He sighed. Yes, Rory Sheridan was his name, a relative of the infamous Terry Sheridan.

Inside Croft Manor...

"Ahh, little Jaimi. Quite grown up isn't she?" Hillary asked, while Bryce eyed the camera television screen.

"Yep. She has quite a resemblance of Lara. Quite bone chilling actually."

"And is that supposed to be a bad thing?" Lara's voice echoed throughout the halls as she walked into the room, making small tapping sounds with her boots. "Let her in."

"Sure thing." Hillary said as he pressed some button and walked outside to greet Jaimi. Lara did the same.

"Hello, Jaimi. My, my how much you've grown." Lara said as she gave her a hug.

"Its nice to see you too."

Hillary also walked towards the teenage girl, he smiled as he neared her, "Well little Jaimi Croft. I haven't seen you since you were what, this high?" he put his hand down to his waist as he compared Jaimi's former height to now.

"Well, we must get you inside before you turn into an icicle." Lara said as she nodded to Hillary, who took her suitcase.

"Happy birthday, how old are you turning, eight? Anyway, your gift is inside."

Jaimi followed her cousin inside.

"Do you remember this place? I don't think you would because the last time you were here, was when we had that birthday party for grandmum. But you were still a baby." Lara took a seat on the brown leather sofa, as did Jaimi.

"So where's my gift?" Jaimi asked excitedly.

"It's just outside over there." Lara pointed out to the stables where outside was a pure black horse, with a star stripe down the front of its head.

"Really? You got me a horse?"

"Yes. And that's not all." She got up and took Jaimi out to the thrid garage. "I hope that you won't have any accidents on this." She pointed out to a sliver and black Honda motorcycle.

Jaimi's jaw dropped. "Oh, my gosh! Wow! Its like winning the lottery!"

Lara smiled, "I'm glad you like it."

"I love it! Damn, this must've cost you a fortune."

"No, not really. You're all my family that I've got left. So might as well give you all these things, just like mum and dad did to me."

Jaimi's cellphone rang, "Hello?"

"Hey, Jaimi, it's me. So how's Croft life like?"

"Very nice."

"Yeah, I'm here at my family reunion, it's a bummer. I really want to see Terry. I heard he betrayed England."

"Yeah, I know that your uncle did that, isn't he in prison for betraying Engalnd. So there's absolutely no chance what so ever you're gonna meet him."

Rory sighed, "Yeah, I guess. Well, I gotta go, mum's calling me. Bye!"

"Bye!" Jaimi hung up and put her phone back in her pocket.

"Friend of yours?"

"Yeah."

"Who is he?"

"Rory."

"What does he want with my favourite cousin?"

"He's at a family reunion and he wants to see his uncle Terry. But, he's in prison."

Lara's eyes widened as she heard the name 'Terry', "Terry, Terry Sheridan?"

"Yeah why?"

"That Rory friend of yours, he's his nephew? Correct?"

"Yup."

Lara turned away, and walked off, but she turned back for Jaimi to follow. "You forgot something."

"What did I forget?"

Lara managed a smile, "The name of your horse."

"Really. Well I choose Pandora."

"Pandora. Great name. I see you haven't met Bryce."

Jaimi looked around, "Where is he?"

"He's in his trailer. I'm sure you'll meet him later first thing tomorrow. You must be tired, I'll show you to your room."

"Okay." She said and followed her.

Lara opened the door. "Well here you go. All your things have been unpacked, so you don't have to worry about that."

Jaimi smiled.

"Alright, then. See you tomorrow."

Jaimi stared at her room in awe. It was painted with a warm red colour, with silk drapes and sheets. Her room had handmade crowned moulding and her very own bathroom. Jaimi plopped down on her bed and felt something under her pillow. She grabbed it, and it was a dagger, and it had a not which read, "Only for emergencies. There's also a revolver in your nightstand's top drawer. That is also for emergencies."

"Okay." Jaimi said and opened her nightstand drawer, in it laid a revolver (A/N: No Kidding!) which had the magazine separate. She felt a little apprehensive towards the weaponry in her room.

An alarm clock went off in Jaimi's room, "Five?" She got up and got ready for the day and went downstairs. It was still dark outside.

"Ah well good morning Jaimi." Lara greeted.

"Why'd you wake me up at five?"

"It's time to start your training."

"Training? For what?"

"Well, I can't live forever, and I need you to carry on, in the Croft title. Raiding tombs, killing the bad guys while you're at it. Stuff like that." She threw her a drink, which was a meal substitute. "C'mon, let's get to it."